This guy pretends to be perfect, but he can only score ninety-nine points. One more point would make him really proud.
Even several chefs in the restaurant stopped cooking.
Suddenly there was a burst of warm applause, mixed with sharp whistles.
The beautiful pianist in white clothes could no longer care about anything else. She suppressed her shyness and ran up to block Su Mu's way. She held her heart in her hands and looked infatuated.
The animals in the restaurant suddenly howled.
What rhythm?
Is there such a defiant little driver?
How many handsome, young, rich and passionate rich men sent flowers to this beautiful piano girl to woo her, but they ignored her.
The jealousy in the hearts of the animals.
Isn't it just singing? I can do it too.
Ouch!!
"Sir, can I...have your contact information?"
Su Mu grinned, looked at the girl's plain and beautiful face and shook his head:
"Girl, don't be fooled by men's so-called art. Those big and small perverts can't help you except they want to sleep with you."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the girl with a decadent back.
The men who were close were dumbfounded.
If he can be shot if he pretends to be cool, this guy must have bullet holes all over his body.
If you have reached this level of playing hard to get, you are a master.
The girl stared blankly at Su Mu walking away, and said loudly:
"What about you? Are you the same kind of person?"
Su Mu staggered, turned around and said angrily:
"You ruined the atmosphere created by me, goodbye."
The girl in white giggled and bent over.
Humph, Ye Wanqiu’s driver? I remember you.
At this time, the lights in the restaurant suddenly flashed and focused somewhere again.
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
A man walked out from behind the stage.
As he walked, he applauded.
When people in the restaurant saw him, there was a sudden commotion.
"Oh my God! Young Master Zhao!"
"Why is he in Dongyang?"
"You ask me who I'm going to ask? But no one knows about Young Master Zhao's return."
Under the spotlight, the young man strolled over.
The handmade shirt was buttoned casually, a pair of dark slim-fitting trousers, and the black leather shoes on his feet were obviously from the top shoemaker in Italy.
His hair is perfectly trimmed, his angular face has a pair of eyes shining with deep light, the bridge of his nose is as straight as a razor blade, and his eyebrows are perfectly trimmed. Everything is the perfect match. Any handsome guy will feel ashamed in front of him.
Feel!
Wherever he is, he is the absolute king!
Zhao Muting, the leader of the four great sons of Dongyang, is the first person in the Zhao family for three generations.
Behind him, an old man in his sixties followed step by step. His aura was restrained, like a spear wearing a gun jacket.
"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that a young driver could be so versatile and highly accomplished. No wonder he dared to fight Pei Yang."
Zhao Muting came to Su Mu with calm eyes and a slight smile:
"Your piano skills have almost caught up with your ability to seduce women. You deserve my applause."
The restaurant fell into an eerie silence again.
Ye Wanqiu's expression changed on the side, and he was about to stand up, but was stopped by Ning Yan:
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Ning Yan's eyes also flashed a dignified look.
Among the so-called four major families in Dongyang, the Zhao family has always been the only one.
"Wanqiu, don't be angry. I'm worried about your safety. It seems I misunderstood. I thought this gentleman approached you for a purpose. I didn't expect him to be your bodyguard. This must be a master invited by Mr. Ye.
Bar?"
Zhao Muting then gave Su Mu a very sincere smile:
"It was a misunderstanding and a test that offended you. I'm sorry. Let's get to know Zhao Muting again."
Su Mu picked up the boiled water at hand, took a slow sip, then raised his head and smiled:
"Mr. Zhao, are you a chameleon?"
I don’t know how many people’s brains are down.
This guy... no! Is this guy a joke invited by the monkey?
You don’t take Young Master Dongyang seriously, right?